Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (1)
Even though the power of the .22 Caliber bullet is weak, it is not to the point of ‘not knowing whether it was hit or not’.
It is weak compared to the same ‘bullet’, and unless the warhead is made of some kind of rubber, bullets can easily penetrate the heads of humans and wild animals. Best of all, it’s cheap and easy to get.
It seems that this is well reflected in this world. For a bullet, it’s easy to get, and works pretty well for humans and animals that aren’t properly armored.
Still, the 22-caliber is a BB or a ^gunr^ among users, but it’s because the main opponent who needs to use a gun is zombies.
Piercing doesn’t mean much to zombies. Even after being hit by bullets like a sponge, it is a zombie that rushes in and bites. I don’t know if you’re aiming for the head.
So it’s difficult to stop the zombie hordes with my pistol and 10-round rifle, that’s what I mean.
A useful bullet should be able to ‘incapacitate’ a zombie. It means you have to be able to tear your body apart and grind it.
For example, like the 5.56Mm warheads rolling around on the floor over there.
How do you know the type of ammunition? I know it just by looking at it If you risk your life to farm items, you will learn how to guess the type of ammunition just by looking at the warhead.
And the ‘real’ ones are different from me. There are also guys who can guess the type of ammunition and the type of firearm fired just by taking bullet damage that pierced bulletproof vests.
But since I was a healthy young man living my present life, I am different from those who waste their lives in such foolish ways.
And that’s not what’s important.
“Look at this.”
It’s already the third pile of bones I’ve seen.
The flesh looks like it has been eaten cleanly by birds and wild animals. Look at the beak marks and teeth marks on the bones. The remaining bones were not quite intact either. Either a bullet is stuck in it or it’s broken into pieces.
It must have been done by the military, judging from the bullets being fired from one direction and the large truck rut marks on the road.
Probably, they put something like meat on the back of the truck to lure the zombies in, then run them down the road and shoot them. It was not difficult to judge that much.
The only thing I don’t understand is this pile of grass.
Looking at the condition of the bullet, it looks like it has just been fired. It is said that it was not long before the zombie died again. However, the grass growing on the side of the road entangled the bones like a spider’s web. Even the blood is dried up. It is said that the grass had grown this much before being eaten by birds and animals.
It looks like weed no matter how you look at it, how can it grow this fast?
Suddenly, a scrap I saw in the mountain keeper’s forest came to mind. In some areas, the number of people who “Complain of hunger no matter how much they eat” Is increasing, and it is said that not only animals but also plants grow and die very quickly.
What is the connection between the strange growth of grass and this constant hunger? After thinking about it for a while, I stepped on the pedal again. I was hungry again because I was standing still.
* * * * *
It’s 4:50 in the morning.
I wake up to the sound of a rattle. Grab a pistol I buried it between my clothes and turned the safety device to minimize the clicking sound.
Open your eyes slowly. It’s not a perfect night, but it’s halfway bright with the sun not even rising. I blinked often to get used to it. Until you can clearly see the handle on the back seat of the truck you’re staying overnight in.
Dalgak, dripping… Took. Dripping… Took.
The sound of trailing footsteps has diminished. Instead, a muttering sound is heard. It seemed to be sobbing or grumbling, but even in the midst of it, the clattering sound did not stop.
There is no other sound besides that.
I put the pistol down and picked up the long sledgehammer that was kept in the car. They were wrapped in filthy clothes, so there was no sound.
Rapidly. Chin. As expected, he is rummaging through cans.
A can of canned sardines. I put sand in it and shook it to wash it off, but it gave off a subtle fishy smell. It’s not poisonous enough to smell all over the wasteland, but it’s perfect for a bait with a much more pungent smell than I’m concerned about whether or not to eat it.
Looking at him digging through the cans, he seemed as hungry as I was. You never know until I creep back and reload the sledgehammer deep over my shoulder.
From noble mtl dot com
But the day when those zombies satisfy their hunger won’t come. The side was pierced very coolly. It is said that dieting goes well when you burn more calories than you consume, but he is cursed with a forced diet for the rest of his life.
I’m not a good Samaritan, but it’s human duty to save sentient beings like that.
“Peace.”
I fixed the hammer and swung the sledgehammer vigorously like a player entering the plate.
A home run.
Throws a bat, no, a hammer. If it was overseas, it would have been enough to get hit by a beanball, and if it was domestic, a picture would have been taken under the title of ‘exciting bat throwing’.
But I didn’t cheer because I’m a humble person. Instead, he pointed at the sky with both hands.
“Are you kidding me?”
The fallen zombie on the floor shakes its body. It seemed like he was holding back a laugh. If his head was intact, he would have seen his expression.
“Do you laugh when your team is losing?”
My feelings were hurt, but I was limp.
“Whew.”
It is said that airborne transmission is not possible, but I yawned to turn around and lie down just in case. Hungry, sleepy, bored. Especially when I think about what I have to do in the future.
I was lucky to find an abandoned car on the edge of the wasteland. The paint was peeling off and the tire was punctured and sat down, but the door was intact and even slightly ajar.
Perhaps it was because I hadn’t slept well and kept riding my bike, my body was limp. It was an easy ride, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t sleepy.
In the midst of that, a relatively intact car. It was lucky. But just sleeping is no different from opening a zombie soup kitchen.
I wove strong twigs around the rope that was in the car and wrapped it around like a low fence, and hung a can with stones in it like I’ve been doing so far. It was a fairly heavy stone, so it wouldn’t be shaken by the slightest breeze.
I thought I could stay for one night, if not two nights, but I guess I was wrong. Did you sleep for 4 hours? It wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep at all, but I wasn’t satisfied either…
“I hope you get some good sleep. As you.”
I grumble just as much as the zombies. She had to untangle the clothes that wrapped around the hammer. It’s dirty, so just throw it away and get a new one…
“Huh?”
I looked down at the motionless zombie again.
He was wearing a dark blue shiny jumper. She stood out, glistening like mackerel on a bed at night. The words ‘Disease Crisis Management’ were clearly visible on her arms and back.
“… Why is this here?”
The Center for Disease Control and Prevention is an organization located in the heart of a large city. In the explanation written on miscellaneous items, it was written that it was an organization that eventually collapsed after transcending nationalities to prevent the zombie crisis until the very end.
There are many valuable items in their belongings, vehicles, and tents. Treatment medicines, injections, ampoules, blood transfusion packs… It’s small and fairly light, but the price is high, so there are always hordes of zombies or well-armed marauders around.
That’s why I’ve never encountered one in an uncommon place like the village of Lambert. It is to the extent that I want to see it only in advertisements on the town signboard.
But now, this zombie, judging from the clothes he’s wearing, is clearly an employee of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Her side appears to have been bitten, but a closer look reveals clear gunshot wounds. He was struck down by something like a shotgun, and then he was bitten by a zombie and infected.
“… You should be more careful.”
It seemed that Lambert knew what “Very dangerous” Meant. Doesn’t this mean that the Korea Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) has become so insecure that it has been shot and bitten while performing medical activities?
Still, the big frame plan does not change. Waiting for outsiders to come in and make a mess, infiltrate the chaos, steal vehicles and supplies, and get away quickly.
It’s a way to take a share whenever equipment is lacking. There is no need to dwell on fighting ‘like a man’. If you take valuables and go out in a fair way, that is a man.
I thought it was the last time and turned on my phone. There was a message
Hans
「I called several times, but they didn’t answer, so I’m leaving it like this. First of all, good news. In principle, we are not supposed to enter the non-human sanctuary, but we finally managed to get in!
If you see a group of four with a white epaulette on their left arm, don’t shoot them. If you wave your gun and say hello, they’ll do the same! Pass the bag to them, join them, and follow along. Wouldn’t the factory area be safer? Good luck!”
“Do you come out like this?”
I laughed out loud. Also, they were looking at my text messages. 8 There is no contact from those who say something, but it is not very important.
Because I have nothing to do anymore. I opened the window and sent the same message to both sides.
「Now」
And I turned off my cell phone.
If you put it like this, you’ll look like a person in danger. I don’t want to lose my bag, so I’ll come running like crazy.
With this, the phone and bag did their job. Still, I won’t leave my phone behind. It is light in weight and easy to sell, so it is worth selling.
Instead of bags, I really don’t care anymore. I just hid it in my car. I called everyone I needed to call, and I knew everything I needed to know.
The lucky guy will take it himself.
* * * * *
I stopped the bike before crossing the hill.
If you go over this hill, you will find Lambert. If you follow the road, you may be noticed by the watchers, so you have to go around the hill and go down the slope to avoid being caught. It’s a know-how I learned after being beaten to death so many times by people who just sit there and shoot me.
I already drank plenty of water and ate plenty of food. I was still hungry even after eating, but I was able to endure it when I thought about it.
The bike was quietly parked behind a suitable tree. It was a very nice bike. It seems to have been well managed by the owner with sincere young hands.
“For those who don’t know the name, the bike was really good. I hope you are as happy wherever you are as I am.”
I took the rifle, bullets, and pistol first. The rest of the luggage was wrapped in thin clothes to make no noise and put into a pink bag.
It’s a bag with an unpleasant Barbie doll smiling and smiling even if you look at it. Instead, it was covered with a black cloth.
“Good.”
I lowered my body and turned around the hill. I saw familiar terrain. The first place a player sees. One of Lambert’s starting points.
It’s time for plunder.
